Kerela!

In the lap of nature
Away from man and his wooden-plastic furniture

Amidst the rarest of rare things
I am winning back part of my forgotten upbringing

Trees everywhere screaming out my name
If you can call it that there goes, my one minute fame

Sky's down and ground is no where to be found
Paragliding into my mind, is the echo of my very sound

Right here is the life I wanted, I always thought
It is the creamy part of the otherwise sour milky spot –

It's Kerela facing the ocean, bluest of blue
Just so you don't forget, you can call it heaven too!